With knee-jerk reaction, the militant jumped back, assuming a battle-ready position. Well, until he realized that maybe the assumption was unnecessary.

"Hello... .....Who are you?"

Poor boy doesn't show much on his face, but he was clearly confused by the sudden appearance if this other person.

"Ahh, I see. My apologies, though I do respect anyone who can manage themselves in this line of work."

Indeed, introductions were to be made. It's what helps keep soldiers from being savages. "Jovial, Commander of the Falconbreeze army," he said with a strong salute to her.

"Standard issue military uniform. You can get one of your own if you want. If you complete training, of course."

The king. He was a man with power, certainly, but just as myself, only a man.

The day I met the king was the day I took my first step into hell...

It took days to travel from my hometown to the toyal capital. Along the way, I could see the effects of war, even though not one enemy soldier had set foot on our lands.

The king saw his people as pawns; born simply to die.

𝕬𝖈𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

♟️Jovial Avenir Faucon
♟️Age: 28
♟️Height: 6'2"

♟️Leader of the Falconbreeze Stratocracy. A man who leads his people with strong will. Though his people wish for him to become a king, he silently refuses the call.

♟️Fandomless OC
♟️Match Length/Energy
♟️N/SFW RP
♟️Crack/Srs RP OK
♟️Mun is +25
♟️DMs open to mutuals for plotting
♟️Adult themes possible. MINORS DNI 🔞